He tried to deny it, tried to shake his head, but the girl stared him down calmly, her dark eyes somber and merciless. Smirking, she gestured with one negligent white hand toward the erection that throbbed, unwelcome and yet undeniable, in the front of his pants. “Why, you’re aroused at the very thought even now, aren’t you, you naughty boy?”
It was true! one secret corner of his mind sang out fiercely. It was true! And yet that couldn’t be, he tried to tell himself. Why, no man would want that for his beloved. It was unnatural, it was humiliating, it was wrong. This girl should be for him and him alone, not exposed to the leering eyes, the grasping hands, the thrusting red erections of guys who just wanted to use her like a slut. No one should want to think about all of those d***s slidi
